"Elysium?" I voiced my confusion.
"Elysium is a paradise where the union of man and woman gives birth to Mana," Agatha explained, her tone patient yet dripping with charm. "That mana is used as a fuel for skills. It can be used to power up cast magic, satiate thirst and hunger, and so much more. We call this sacred act of producing mana through intercouse Khushi. In your language, Khushi should translate as... let’s see. Hmm. What was it again? Ah yes. Happiness. It translates as happiness."
"Sexual intercouse with women will help me produce mana that can be used to perform supernatural feats," I muttered, my chest tightening with shock and joy. "In other words, I can grow stronger while doing what I like most. Fucking women."
"Exactly!" Agatha exclaimed, her breasts bouncing lightly as her body shifted with excitement.
"Elysium... it’s a wonderful world. What does it need saving from?" I asked the question that had been gnawing at me ever since I found Elysium was under threat.
Agatha’s gentleness faded into seriousness. "It’s being invaded. An entrance to the Monster World has torn open inside Elysium. From it, monsters pour out endlessly. If we don’t send warriors into the abyss to cull them, they’ll spill into our lands and destroy everything. To be killed, burned, raped, and used as livestock. That is what awaits us if we fail. Are you following me?"
I nodded sincerely.
I wasn’t just staring at her breasts and thighs—though gods knew I wanted to bury my face in them—I was listening intently to every word she uttered. What she said concerned my future, after all.
"From what I understood," I said slowly, "Elysium is like a skyscraper with many floors. Each floor is full of monsters that need to be cleared in time. If not, they’ll invade Elysium and rampage through it until they’re put down."
"That’s a fair way to put it."
I swallowed. "And you expect me to fight those monsters? I’m just a normal guy. No strength, no training. How can I possibly stand against them?"
"Don’t belittle yourself. If Sir David chose you, there is something inside you worth betting on. Let’s see it," Agatha said before I saw her lifting her hand.
A hexagonal crystal appeared out of thin air, glowing faintly as it hovered above her palm.
"This crystal can reveal your potential," Agatha explained, holding it up so I could see it clearly. The glow danced across her flawless skin, making her look even more divine. "It determines what level of strength is possible for you to achieve. But to activate it, you’ll need to smear it with your essence. Please... do it."
"My essence? You mean my blood or...?" I asked, though part of me already knew the answer.
She gave me a look that made my cock stir. A massive tent formed in my pants. She licked her lips when she saw it, as if she was imagining how good it would feel to have her holes wrapped around it. "I mean exactly what you’re thinking of."
My face burned hot instantly.
"Are you too shy to do it because of this old woman standing here?" she teased, raising an elegant brow.
"Well... I’ve never masturbated in front of an audience before. And you shouldn’t call yourself old. You’re like a flower in full bloom, beautiful, tempting, impossible to ignore." My eyes traced her curves as I spoke.
"Oh, you sweet talker." Agatha giggled and pinched my cheek. "You really know how to make a woman’s heart flutter, don’t you?"
I smiled sheepishly. "If the truth makes you happy, then I’ll sing it endlessly."
Her eyes softened, her lips curving into something almost wistful. "If only I had met you earlier... how good that would have been."
Before I could say something romantic to up my chances of getting into her pants , Agatha suddenly knelt in front of me.
My eyes widened. "What... what are you doing?"
She looked up at me with a devilish smirk. "Since you’re hesitant about releasing your essence because of my presence... I’ll help you feel comfortable."
A shiver ran down my spine. "And how exactly are you planning to do that?"
"By jerking you off," she said in a sultry and low voice as I saw her fingers reaching for my belt!